The reservations
Between my heart and the next
Are wide enough for long tables
Lengthy rows of empty seats.
The reservations
Between my heart and the next
Are plain for all to see.

The lingering of distance
The shielded minds
With guarded words
Litter all my past relations
And doom the next before they start.
The reservations
Between my heart and the next
Are plain for you to see.

I shut my city walls
My drawbridge, gated up
I let no friend nor enemy in,
No peace can slip between these bricks.
The lingering of distance
The shielded minds
with guarded words
Litter all my past relations
and doom the next before they start.